They say knowledge is power

Yet I have met wise souls

Lost to the shadows of streets

Driven to madness by world's deceit

They say knowledge is power

But I have seen beauty bleed

Truth lose

In the sands of time

Hands of clock spinning

Lie after lie

Poets painted black by smoke

Virtue stifled by pretense's cloak

Leaders marred before their birth

Deep wounded hearts

Deserted in dearth

Heads crawling climbing mountains of grime

Just to breathe

Celestial choristers

Too shy to speak

Folks scared to embrace their form

Masses deaf to sound

Burdened by songs of ages

Bending their heads, breaking their back

And there are no original tracks

Or moments to think

They say knowledge is power

But in an ignoramus World

Who does truly ascend?

[ Disclaimer, really new to writing poems enjoying it n now maybe I'd like to learn about it through feedback, know if intended is conveyed or not etc.]

Golden butterflies

Grim and I

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